This from my brother:
"I see from your blog you want a rock star boyfriend. You could just go out with a self-possessed, delusional, homeless asshole and avoid having to listen to awful music as well. I suggest you see a recent movie called Clean about the joys of actually being involved with a junkie rock star who ODs on you.
Being able to name a child Zoboe No Fun isn't worth it."
I'm going to have to make the movie a triple-header, along with DiG! and New York Doll.